An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
When the sun’s rays start to feel less warm The apple tree knows the time of blossoming is gone It does not forget that without rest there is no bloom
By Tonja Dingerdissenabout a year ago in Poets
River stones aglow, silver hush between the reeds— silence holds the sky.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
The summer breeze whispers secrets sweet, As sun-kissed days stretch long and meet, The warmth on skin, a feeling so divine,
By M.Changerabout a year ago in Poets
She had barely learned walking, we went on a woodland hiking on a spring Sunday afternoon, in our neighborhood canyon. She walked under the oak shade,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
In a world that causes pain under stress, The borders were drawn and echoed pain, Where silence is not out of grace, But fear that there is shadow everywhere-
By ISHFAQ ALIabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the towers, steel and glass, Where shadows stretch and people pass, A silent tale begins to weave— Of roots that clutch and won’t let leave.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Alas, the sign rises in yonder sky When Light wanes and Darkness blooms When shadow dances upon the moon on high And her crimson tiding looms
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
Let nature be your guide. Believe every season is final. Promise nothing but disappearance as winter leaves no room for spring.
By Bernard Bleskeabout a year ago in Poets
I sail under blue skies, There's not a cloud to be seen, The sun is shining, And birds are singing, Melancholy melodies of a past,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
losing the ways to see each other clearly one fish, desiccated and unscripted drying with my humor on the line written on the linen
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
